Although the old man had stopped bleeding, his head and face were covered in congealed black blood, and his eyes were still wide open in terror.
Nangong Wangcai's hand was now covered in a palmful of that black blood.
Even the old man's facial skin trembled, revealing an extremely angry expression, as if he wanted to swallow him whole.
Frightened, Wangcai screamed and hastily retreated.
Then, he felt a kick in the back that sent him stumbling forward again.
Nangong Wangcai abruptly turned his head, the kicker was none other than Xiao Dao.
He shouted, "I am now the Family Head of the Nangong Family, and like you said just now, we are all good friends, yet you kick me like this! That's... that's just too disrespectful."
Xiao Dao smiled faintly, patted his trouser leg, and said indifferently, "Brother Wangcai, I'm really sorry, I just thought you seemed a bit scared and wanted to put some pressure on you, so now..."
"Is it time to do as we discussed before?"
